Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1887-02-19

when he had a good haid o. liquor fn he'd pitch
sm money by the han'fm mex day. "fur to mint
"'One evenin he come home by hisself Twas
Of M0nday-December coat-day, reklect, m
Z Mr.. Cyarters in Gooshlan They did says how
Miss Fannie scarded him, then, good n all bein'
fyar wore out. poor girl and no wonder WIN 5
dispated ways. Knnyh how, he'd stopped Satday
night e Paw'tan boat-house n sot up all night
n all Sunday n most all o. Sunday night
kichmon' gamblers, m when he ler the coat. house
tion n ngge5s n his watch n s horses he had
him a-settin in the big cheer as had b1onged to
bis Ss BY the IRE
fetched him q hot drink, KNOWN his ways you
see sub, n had nice supper cook fur him, but
came DARK bad rainy night twas, too-he
wandered on On the Pansation Thar warn IT,,
n Ter as 90 nsa !na'
"an' want fur to take your goodwin with me-
can't go 'thout you forgive me-" SEE he.
Every one on 'em was fit to break thar hearts
when talked 50 they al
that but he couldn' seem to take no comfort in
what they said. Nigh pm midnight twas, when
father, he got up thinkin somethin was the mart
ter with the stock or sOmethin' n other. An thar
stood MI. Moseley, wet g drowned rat an whites
the do. an 6serd him a-going over the same sort
o. fyarwell to my father.
he Gather oeiS' Method cd elassieader xcrter,
INT Moseley," SEE he, right straight out o the
"."'while the lamp hol's out to burn,
The vilest sinner mought return"
SCI he. Grub out. n b'gn ag'in, sub, SEE he, as
never too late to men,'" All! many's the time
emn my father said 'em, he ben q 'xhOrter's
said. "Never too late to men, Mr.. Moseey, SEE he.
he a P1 to 5nas5 Bass
wussn' nothin' fur to mem 1t with. dom know 9
the devil II think me worth pickin' up. But good
"Twas jes' arfIer sun-up mex mornin but still a.
rainin, cats n dogs you mought say, when here
come Royal a-ractn' an a-bellerin' down to our
dead an cole on the parlor-oor under his mothers
picter, a-lytn face down with his throat cut from
still, suhg Tuse' to be, do what they would to git
1t out. They say blood-sta1n won't never scrub
John speed glanced furtively over his shoulder,
wet his dry lips with tongue that was stin and
cold, and sUeadied the Leaf of his desk the hand
reality possessed him. Now that explanation had
come, there was no fulcrum on which to rest cred
Utility: Then the floating haze OF letters subsidized
went on:
"When got back home, made clean breast of
the matter 10 my father. Mother was luckily
doubted my sanity and your veracity for at least
ten minutes We went together to the drawing
room locked ourselves In, moved the piano, and
pulled up the corner OF the carpet. The stain is
Jhere-a big. brownish splash, running OIL in large
and smaller streams with the grain OF the boards
an ugly, ugly sight!
''We-yOu; my excellent father and I-don't be-
heve In ghosts, Jack, nor yet in haunted house,
nor In 1nexpl1cable sights and sounds, even when
we see and hear them ourselves. But what are
we to think OF all this? And what use can we
make OF the key now that 1t is thrust into our
hands?
NoTK.-However inartistic may be the addenda
Strange but True. to what would otherwise pass
bit OF imaginative felton, the author feels constrained
to state that the story given above rests the es
t1mcny OF witnesses OF unimpeachabe veracity. The
aIparition on the porch the midnight alarm thein
etaceable blood stain: the history of the sucideal
these were real happenings if the solemn asseveration
OF good and sober men is worthy of credeIce